"Don't you bully Qixi!" a clear child's voice suddenly rang out!
Then, Ning Yichen felt something hit his thigh.
Looking over in surprise, he saw a little boy about three or four years old standing there, his little face red with anger.
Taking advantage of his stunned state, Lu Qixi broke free from his grip and walked over to hold Xiaobao in her arms.
"It's okay, Xiaobao, don't worry," she soothed softly.
"Qixi, who is he, should we call the police?" the little one asked, frowning worriedly.
"You even know to call the police," Lu Qixi said with a smile, patting his head.
Ning Yichen looked at her smiling face and asked in a low voice, "Lu Qixi, what's going on here? Who is this child?"
"He's a little fan of mine; he lives nearby," Lu Qixi explained with a smile. "I invited him over, so I couldn't attend the dinner tonight."
Ning Yichen's gaze lingered on the little boy.
The child had delicate and beautiful features, which somehow looked familiar to him.
